Please forgive my enthusiasm over us, possibly dating. Perhaps I’m writing too often. I’m sorry about that if that’s true. But it’s been so long since I’ve written romantic letters, and so I have much lost time to make up. Plus, I love the feelings that are running through me right now, inspiring me to write more than usual. This hole in my heart that our “first date” made has yet to close. I find that writing you, even if you’ll never read these words, makes it feel a little better.
I still miss you. That hole today is as big as it was one week ago. But even though you’re not here and I cannot contact you, these monologues help me better understand the emotional forces that you unleashed within me some nine days ago. I hope that if you ever do read this, that you’ll realize that though my attraction to you was immediate, it is also quite strong and more likely to last than anything I’ve felt for any other lady so far.
True. I can’t promise this. Indeed as we discussed, I have experienced these same feelings for others only to have them disappear as I got to know each lady. Frankly, this could happen with us too. But I want you to know why you might be different. I believe that this time, it could be for real. It won’t disappear nearly as quickly as before. Let me tell you why.
I enjoyed myself at our first encounter more than any other, except for maybe two or three. In those few cases, the ladies pulled back from me while my interest in them still ran high.
But usually it goes the other way; I end up rejecting them. I quickly notice something I don’t like about the lady or her circumstances, and this stops romance from flourishing later. So I’m most interested romantically during the first few minutes, while she’s still mysterious. After that, the interest fades the more I learn, so that by the time the date is done, she and I have become friends but no more, and I don’t want any more; not usually.
But you’re different as I described in this previous letter. Our date at the party started out like others; attraction, curiosity, interest, and hope filled my mind when I first saw you. But instead of all that fading as the night progressed, it grew more intense so that when the date was over, I hated to let you go. I could have sat with you all night and not grown bored. Indeed, this is one of the first times I’ve ever experienced romance that grew out of the first date rather than shrinking. This is why I think I would not so quickly lose interest in you, if we were to date again, again, and perhaps again.
However, I can’t be sure, because this intrigue is not time-tested; it’s only nine days old. It feels like something very special though; like it will survive the test of time. So I want to test it thoroughly to see. I hope you’ll be at the next party in June so we can meet up again, then again in July, and then again in August. If I saw you once each month for several months, and after each visit I find that this hole in my heart has returned, then I’d know that you are very special and that you’ll stay that way indefinitely. So how about riding that wave with me as I wrote earlier? Let’s see how long it will keep going.